All came from, and will goe to others.
By doing nothing we learne to do ill.
He that is once borne, once must dy.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.